Fan Fiction

A Marines Story
by Apok

Chapter 1

I arrived at 1200 hours to my command post.  The flimsy shack was where I started my military career, at the young age of 19.  "Name and division?" the ugly looking yokel at the counter said. "Mo Kemp, 23rd." I said blandly.  He typed figures into his keyboard, then printed a small piece of paper, and handed it to me, on it were the instructions to my quarters. I nearly dropped my bags and started running when I saw what I was going to be living in.  It was worse than the rusty shack that was the command post.  It was a huge tent, held up by thin metal poles, or should I say, sticks? There were cots lined up wall to wall, with other men drafted just like me sitting there staring off into the distance in unbelief, much like I was doing right now. Then I heard loud laughter, and I looked over to my right.  There was a group of five draftees, large, most likely football players.  They were sitting on their beds looking in my direction, pointing fingers, and laughing.  I gave them a confused look, then rolled my eyes, and headed down the small spaces between beds to find a suitable resting place. One of the loud draftees stood up from his cot and looked at me, then with a loud voice boomed, "You got a problem son?!" he yelled and gave me a big mean face, which quickly melted away to a smile as his other loud laughing companions tackled him to the floor.  "Very funny." I mused then set to unpack my stuff, I had laid out two or three shirts when I heard, a loud rumbling, and then two large hands pick me up by my sweater and tossed me over two cots, and onto another draftee, who was reading a magazine.  I rolled off his back, and fell onto the floor as my head banged against the metal bar of another cot. Dazed, I looked up to see the smiling, yet semi serious look of the loud draftee, "Welcome to hell!" he yelled, and I would never forget those words.

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